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Familiar tone, familiar words, familiar expressions of compassion.

Hei Si Mou thought he would roar, but at this moment, he found himself silent.Everything around him faded away, only the swordsman's red hair was still shining brightly in the sword energy. The other party raised his dark red eyes crying out for tears, and asked softly.

"Brother, why are you yelling?"

It was only then that Heishi Mou suddenly realized that the surroundings were not silent, and he had already let out a tearing, blood-weeping cry——

"Yuanyi ah ah ah!!!"

He roared hysterically, as if he wanted to vent the jealousy, unwillingness, fear and despair of nearly 500 years. These emotions have been piercing his heart like poisonous thorns for a long time. Whenever he swung his sword, blood would drip.He thought that he would carry these emotions until he died alone one day, because Yuanyi was already dead, before he could win or lose with him, he was destined to be exiled in the flames of jealousy forever.

but……

Now he's finally going to end it all!

Hei Shengmou swung his saber, and countless round moon blades filled the field in an instant.The red-haired swordsman paused slightly, but he didn't meet his blade, but tried his best to avoid the air blades flying in the air, and these air blades didn't even touch his clothes.

He didn't want to hurt Hong Yanmo's proud feathers because of his dispute with his brother.

But Hong Yanmo was obviously not satisfied with this.

In the dark space of consciousness, a fist-sized linnet dragged its tail feathers twice as long as its body, jumping desperately above the head of the swordsman wearing flower earrings.

"Come on! Hit him chirp! Why are you hiding from chirp!"

"But feathers..."

"Hong is a boy! Don't mind that Chiu! Come on!"

Yuan Yi in the conscious space was sitting with the horizontal sword on his knee, showing a wry smile.He completely indulged the cardinals bouncing above his head, and sighed helplessly.

"I'll try to pay attention, sorry, Red."

The red-haired swordsman, who was moving and dodging at high speed in the room, finally stopped, swiped his knife aside several round moon blades, turned back, and confronted Heishimou head-on.As a top swordsman, Hong Yanmo's physical fitness is extremely superior. Although he is weak in strength, it is only for Ji Guoyuanyi, and in the eyes of other swordsmen, it is an insurmountable peak!

The heavy blow landed on the blade of Hei Si Mou, gritted his teeth to support it, and the full moon blade swirled, as if paying special attention not to be hurt by the feathers, the red-haired swordsman gave up his advantage and retreated instantly.

At this moment, Naruto seemed to have noticed that the battle situation here was different, and the pipa sounded, and the space suddenly changed.The red-haired swordsman's feet were empty, and he wanted to go in the direction of Heishimu immediately. After all, this battle was not over yet, and he couldn't give up no matter what. Ken is divided by space.

"Yuanyi!!!"

A wall suddenly lay across in front of them, and the red-haired swordsman lacked a foothold and was about to fall.In the space of consciousness, Cardinal stepped on Yuanyi's head again, hating that iron can't be made into steel.

"Red will fly chirp!"

It was only then that Ji Guoyuan remembered this, and he tentatively vibrated Sanseyu's sleeves slightly, his light body was suspended in the air immediately, and with a little more force, he really flew upwards.The wall was close at hand, before he could destroy the wall, Jian Guang and countless moon blades fell together, and Heixinmou frantically chased them down.

"Yuanyi!!!"

His arms were tense, and the veins on his forehead popped up.

【Breath of the Moon·Six Shapes——】

【Long Night and Lonely Moon·Infernal Affairs! 】

This is a single-point high-speed burst of sword skills, and it is also the proud work of Hei Si Mou who has been tempered for hundreds of years. The high-speed continuous slash combined with the flying moon blade is enough to severely injure a column-level swordsman in an instant.However, in the face of such a powerful and turbulent blow, the red-haired swordsman looked calm. He held the knife in both hands and went from bottom to top without fear.

[Breath of the Sun——]

Hei Si Mou felt trembling when he saw the flames surging from the other party's body.That is not the breath of flame derived from the breath of the sun. He has seen Yuanyi's breath of the sun with his own eyes. It is such a brilliant sun flame. In the flame, the eyes of the red-haired swordsman are calm and compassionate.

Are you also... pitying him now?

This kind of thought was only for a moment, and all the moon blades in front of him disintegrated, only the blazing flames rushed to his face.

[Seven Types Yanghuatu! 】

The burning pain pierced through the lower abdomen, and he wriggled and wanted to regenerate, but was blocked by the flame of the sun's breath.Accompanied by two noises, both of them landed in the room below. The red-haired swordsman swung his sleeves, hovered and landed lightly. Heixin Mou fell to his knees and spit out blood.

It's just one blow, and the outcome doesn't seem to be far away.

There was an explosion in an unknown room above, and the poisonous ice crystals fell to the ground and shattered. That should be Tong Mo's battlefield.He and the Demon Slayer Squad were just putting on a show, and everything would be over when Ghost Dance Tsuji died miserably.

"As expected of you, Yuanyi, you can still be distracted at a time like this."

Hei Si Mou stood up staggeringly, with a knife mark on his chest and abdomen, his flesh and blood were squirming and growing, and the moment it grew, it would be burnt out by the remaining flames, so painful again and again, in front of the breath of the sun, the ghost's remarkable recovery Force becomes a form of torture.But Hei Si Mou didn't care, the Moon Blade flew all over the field again, and he stabbed his brother with the sword!

"If only you hadn't been born, Yuanyi, I've thought so more than once..."

The edge of the blade trembled and swayed like Yang Yan, and Heixin Mou couldn't tell where the real blade was with his six eyes wide open. He simply gave up, only attacking but not defending. Just swinging the knife and trying to hurt the other person.

He is a mortal, and Yuan Yi is a god. If he tries his best, at least he can add a wound to the other party, right?Hei Si Mou thought of this, and soon, he laughed at himself in his heart, such a naive dreamer, he was even more disgusting than before he turned into a ghost.

The red-haired swordsman leaned back to avoid the blade with the fluctuation of his sword, and the fire dragon around him had gradually formed, swimming with his black and red Yangyan blade.The full moon blade would be bounced away by the dragon when it came to him, and the red-haired swordsman looked very calm.

"Ha...isn't that okay too?" Hei Simou smiled miserably, "It's you! It's you! A person favored by God!"

"Why you? Why me? Why? Why?!"

He asked the sky painfully, if the god loves Yuanyi, why did he give birth to such a jealous evil?If God had a little pity for him, why did he let the Son of God be born beside him?After thinking for 500 years, he didn't understand it, and after 500 years of penance, he still didn't see it through. The anger and jealousy in his heart could only be turned into the obsession with swinging a knife, and he rushed towards the red-haired swordsman again!

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"...I'm sorry." Tong Mo shook his head while holding a handful of cards. Opposite him was Butterfly Shinobi.In order to confuse Ghost Wu Tsuji, Butterfly hurt herself, but now she pretends to have a big fight with Tong Mo, but in fact, one person and one ghost are playing cards behind a huge ice sculpture of dish soap.When someone above gets injured and withdraws, the Butterfly Shinobi stationed here will treat them.

The roar kept ringing, and the wounded came several times, and they left after simple treatment. Everyone wanted to kill ghosts with all their strength.

"Infinite City is too complicated." Butterfly frowns, then smiles, pulls out her own knife, and pins the cards that Tong Mojing Mimi hid to the side, "If you make another thousand, you will be nailed next."

Tong Mo looked at the cards and conceded.

"Now everyone should be gathering in the direction of Guiwu Tsuji, but I don't know which ones are more unlucky. They encountered Guiwu Tsuji in the first place." Tong Mo said, shaking his head and sighing, colorful eyes Tears welled up, "It's so miserable like that."

Yes, it's so miserable.

A few Chirups stared blankly at the ghost dance Tsuji Wumi, who was in the form of a meat ball, was desperately recovering after being corroded by the wisteria flower juice from the Demon Realm, and shivered and huddled together.At this time, Bai Lan didn't dislike the plastic sister flowers, he tried his best to hide under Dazai Osamu's wings, and kept talking.

"Come on, Osamu Dazai! Go bite him!"

Osamu Dazai hid faster than him, like a drill piercing the bottom of the Jiujiu group, Yi Wozao was squeezed out by his head, and he was in a daze, but was pulled back by Osamu Dazai, blocking in front of him .

Yiwozuo: "..."

The tool chimed in.

"Isn't this great?!" Shenwei was extremely excited, "I've long wanted to fight with a guy of this level!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed out like a cannonball, piercing through countless petrified wisteria branches, crashing headlong into the huge meat ball hanging in the air, and then——

Boom, bang, bang.

After changing into Jiujiu, the strength was out of ten, and Shenwei Jiu, who failed to penetrate the opponent's armor, landed next to the Jiujiu group, bounced twice when it landed, and then remained silent.Osamu Dazai kept his mouth shut, not letting himself laugh, and all the tweets were watching his heart, not wanting to provoke the irritable Yetu who was obviously frustrated with his self-esteem.

"There are two things..." Jiujiu with the pigtails on the ground moved a bit, turned his head, moved his head, a pair of blue eyes had been fully opened, filled with the ferocious fighting spirit belonging to the fighting race Yetu!

"Hey, Osamu Dazai, do you have that meatball?" His voice was very soft, and it sounded like he was smiling a little, obviously laughing back from anger.

"Give me some, or if he recovers, we won't be able to live."

Osamu Dazai obviously knew this very well. Of course, Yetu, who is a battle madman, doesn't care about life and death at all. He is sure that this is just an excuse for Kamui.However, what Osamu Dazai advocated was to drive the crane westward with a refreshing vigor, and being beaten to death by such an eye-catching BOSS was not within his death concept.

After eating some of the meatballs, Shenwei recovered instantly. He moved his knuckles and made a "click" sound.Probably because he hadn't seen this form for a long time, he squinted his eyes slightly to feel it, and in the next second, his figure had appeared above the meat ball formed by Kiwu Tsuji.

The blue eyes were full of tyranny, he clenched his fists down, showing a cruel smile.

"Maybe it can be broken down like this?"

The meat ball was hit by Yetu's fist wind. After a short silence, blood spurted out from the other end of the canopy. The whole meat ball began to tremble violently, and a painful roar sounded. Obviously, the ghost dance Tsuji who was cultivated inside was innocent. suffered trauma.

"Who... who is it?!"

The meat ball made a terrifying rumbling sound. Out of the need to protect himself, Oni Wu Tsuji couldn't care less about getting rid of the toxins, so he broke out of his body and faced Yetu who was carrying an umbrella.

"Yo!" Shenwei dazed hair shook, and greeted him with a smile on his face, "It took me a lot of energy to wake you up, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge fleshy arm proliferated and threw him into the wall beside him.Oni Wu Tsuji stood up, but there was still pain in his body, which made him anxious and angry.

He looked at Kamui embedded in the wall, and at the Jiujiu who were still huddled together, and frowned in disgust.

"Hong Yanmo's buddy..."

He stretched out his hand in that direction, intending to crush the fragile birds.

"It seems to be regarded as a soft persimmon." The dark wine red Jiujiu said lightly.

"Hahaha it seems so." Jiujiu, who was black and wearing golden spikes, laughed.

"It's a little bit unpleasant." Bai Rongrong with an inverted crown pattern said Jiujiu.

Yiwozuo was always at a loss.

Then all Jiujiu looked at Osamu Dazai and spoke in unison.

"Da Zaijiu, where's your meatball?"

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